Oaths

Her best friend stopped what she was doing and looked straight at Jazz, her mouth filled with blood, dripping down the corners of her mouth, skin so pale, her eyes an ethereal shade of amber. Natasha, her supposed to be dead friend, smiled evilly, standing up, she opened her arms wide. "Jazzlyne, my dear, dear friend. How are you?"

This is a story that was formed in my dream.
credits to my friend @Dragonsnake- for helping me write and edit this thing